Crossword clues for spode
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
fine sort of porcelain, 1869, named for first maker, Josiah Spode (1754-1827), potter in Stoke-on-Trent, England.
Spode is a well-known English brand of pottery and homewares produced by the company of the same name which is based in Stoke-on-Trent.
Spode may refer to:
- Spode, a company producing pottery and porcelain in Staffordshire, England
- Josiah Spode (1733-1797), a renowned English potter, founder of the Spode company
- Spode Museum, dedicated to the Spode company, located in Stoke-on-Trent, England
- Spode Music Week, an annual residential music school in the UK, originally based in Spode House, Staffordshire
- Hasso Spode (1951-), a German historian and sociologist
- Roderick Spode, an amateur fascist dictator in the stories of P. G. Wodehouse
- Spode, a fictional god from the game Spore
Usage examples of "spode".
Bassett, his daughter Madeline, Roderick Spode, Stiffy Byng, Gussie Fink-Nottle and the dog Bartholomew, all doing their stuff, and I wake, if you will pardon the expression so soon after breakfast, sweating at every pore.
It seemed to me that it only needed Sir Watkyn Bassett, Madeline Bassett, Roderick Spode and the dog Bartholomew to saunter in arm in arm, and I would have a full hand.
Purely in the matter of thews, sinews and tonnage, I mean of course, for whereas Roderick Spode went about seeking whom he might devour and was a consistent menace to pedestrians and traffic, Stinker, though no doubt a fiend in human shape when assisting the Harlequins Rugby football club to dismember some rival troupe of athletes, was in private life a gentle soul with whom a child could have played.
And the lip-pursing was attended to by Spode, who chanced to enter at this moment.
She buzzed off, no doubt to bathe her eyes, and Spode pivoted round and gave me a penetrating look.
This painful encounter, following so quickly on my conversation, if you could call it a conversation, with Spode, might have been expected to depress me, but this was far from being the case.
Add Spode, strong and silent, Madeline Bassett, mournful and drooping, Gussie, also apparently mournful, and Stiffy, who seemed to be in a kind of daydream, and you had something resembling a wake of the less rollicking type.
No sense, as I saw it, in going and mixing with the mob in the drawing-room and having Spode glare at me and Pop Bassett sniff at me and Madeline Bassett as likely as not sing old English folk songs at me till bedtime.
Scarcely had I steered the car into the stable yard, when a solid body darkened the horizon, and there was Spode, looking like Chief Inspector Witherspoon about to make a pinch.
I think if Spode had been about three feet shorter and not so wide across the shoulders, I would have laughed a mocking laugh and quite possibly have flicked my cambric handkerchief in his face.
A minute or two later Spode returned with most of the stuffing removed from his person.
Probably not so very long, for when life returned to the rigid limbs and I legged it for the open spaces to try to find Gussie and warn him of this V-shaped depression which was coming his way, Spode was still in sight.
Standing not on the order of his going as the fellow said, he dashed off as if shot from a gun, and was making excellent time when he was brought up short by colliding with Spode, who had at that moment entered left centre.
My tonnage was quite insufficient to enable me to engage Spode in hand-to-hand conflict, and I toyed with the idea of striking him on the back of the head with a log of wood.
When a gorilla like Spode is letting his angry passions rise, there is little or no percentage in the mild remonstrance.